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The author “Chance” is me, “Larkin” This is an effort to re-compose my old roster into a new roster comprised old and new works, re-written and done with more careful editing. (omitting junk) I hope you will understand.
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Cookie Crumbs
by Chance
"No
one's here."
I looked carefully at Joey. He was peering
through the partially open door. I was inches away from his
dirty face and straight, dark brown hair that had been trimmed just
above his eyes.
Without moving, I said, "Well you're
here."
He looked at my grubby outfit and then said, "They're
all gone shopping and I'm not suppose to let anybody in."
I
said, "Where'd they go?"
"They went to yard sales
on their way to the mall."
"Joey, they won't be back for
hours and hours, let me in."
He was wearing a pair of bib
overalls, no shirt and was in bare feet. If anyone could
appreciate the value of disobedience, it was Joey. He opened the
door a little wider.
Looking
at me he said, "What happened to you?"
He was looking
down at my knees. I had been wearing shorts and I had fallen down and
scraped both knees. They were dirty and all bloody.
I
shrugged my shoulders and said, "Nothing."
He
moved away from the door and I walked right in.
I followed
him into the kitchen. Joey stopped in front of the large
refrigerator and opened the door so I could look in. I really
didn't trust food wrapped in foil or in foggy plastic bowls. I
looked for a moment and then shook my head and said no. Joey
closed the door and moved on. He retrieved a large bag of
chocolate chip cookies. We took them and headed up stairs to his
room. Joey's room was a total mess. Dirty clothes, blankets and
toys everywhere, most of them broken. To us, there was nothing
unusual about this environment, in fact, this is pretty much how my
own room looks. We both sat on the bed together and began to eat
the cookies. Each of us reached into the bag and pulled out a handful
of cookies. Joey would put one entire cookie into his mouth and
crunch down on it. I did much the same. It soon became
apparent that we needed something to drink. Joey got up and
headed downstairs.
While Joey was gone I looked around his
room. We might have started playing Nintendo except that it stopped
working a long time ago. All the wires and cartridges lay where
they were when we last played. On the floor lay dirty socks and right
next to his bed was his underpants that he had stepped out of. Even I
could see that they needed to be washed. Joey returned lugging a
2 litre bottle of warm root beer. He sat on the bed next to me
and unscrewed the top. It fizzed out in a rush getting root beer foam
and spray on both of us.
I gave him an angry look and said,
"YOU'RE SO STUPID!"
He quickly closed it and then opened
it up little by little letting the gas escape. He took one
cookie, slid it into his mouth and then lifted the bottle to drink.
The root beer sloshed and then fizzed and foamed out like a jet,
soaking him with sticky root beer.
I
looked at him and said, "Ha, ha, ha!"
Putting the bottle
down, Joey sat there, dripping, with a surprised look on his
face. His hands were sticky, his face was sticky and when he ate
a handful of broken cookies, crumbs stuck all over him. When he
leaned forward to dry his face on the pillow I looked and saw that I
could see his belly and penis under the bib of his overalls. He
wasn't wearing any underpants. I couldn't help myself and I
reached down into his overalls and moved around until I found his
penis. When Joey realized what I was doing, he stopped for a second
and then without even looking at me he spread his legs and leaned
back making it very much easier to fiddle with his penis. It was
like a magic spell and when I felt it stiffen between my fingers, it
caused my own penis to stiffen in my pants. Joey seemed to sigh and
he lay back further and relaxed while I tugged up and down on it.
Without warning he peed in his pants getting my hand all wet. For
some reason, I liked it. “Do it some more.”
He
did. This was a pact that Joey and I had made some time ago. I
felt his little balls and poked my fingers down between his
legs. Although I had no idea why, it was incredibly exciting.
Doing it to him made him peaceful and serine. His penis became
very stiff in my hand and he peed again. I kept tugging on it even
when it was still squirting. I unbuttoned his bib and when Joey stood
up, he let his wet overalls drop then stepped out of them and kicked
them away. He stood completely naked in front of me tugging on his
boner.
I put another cookie in my mouth and took a drink of
the warm soda. It foamed causing foam and fizz to come out of my
nose. This time Joey laughed.
Standing
naked in front of me and impatiently tugging on his boner. I
shook the bottle up and down and then with my thumb on top, I
squirted root beer all over him. He rubbed the sticky root beer
all over his penis and belly. He was drenched with sticky sweet
root beer. I squirted him again aiming at his boner.
I
leaned forward and took his boner into my mouth. It tasted like root
beer. He climbed on me pushing me down on the bed with his penis
still in my mouth. We rolled round and round together on the bed
while he tugged off all of my clothes.
Joey was covered with
blanket lint, boy crud and cookie crumbs. He lay on the bed and
putting both legs in the air, let me squirt warm foamy soda at his
butt hole. The root beer seemed like a good enough reason to get over
him and lick it off of his balls. We were both licking the sweet
root beer off of each other. I poked my forefinger in and out of
his butt hole and then tried to go deeper with my middle finger. I
decided that the combination of boy butt hole smell and root beer
went well together.
Joey got up and stuck his stiff penis in
to the bottle containing the remains of the soda. He peed into it
getting as much of it in the bottle as he got all over his bed. He
offered it to me and I shook my head, no!
Joey
drank some and then gave me a silly cross eyed look and we both
laughed.
It was then we heard the front door open and slam
shut downstairs....Falling all over each other we raced to get
dressed.
Joey's bedroom door opened. His Mother looked suspiciously around the room and then at us, sniffed the air and said,
"What
have you boys been doing?!"
In an innocent and very high
voice, Joey said, ... "nothing."
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